Scouting for New Talent / Winter on The Prairie

[Guest ncm2169]

Here in what we call the Upper Midwest we don't exactly enjoy a surfeit of (decent) escorts, so it's always good to be on the lookout for new talent. I try to maintain such a vigil, but during the long months of winter on the frozen tundra most newbies seem to be in hibernation. Since my libido is unaffected by sub-zero temperatures, I was pleasantly surprised recently when I saw a guy in an AOL chatroom (sorry Hooboy, but AOHell comes in handy sometimes) whose profile included the words, "lookin 4 cash." }(

 

I immediately emailed him and learned that he's 19, 5' 7", 140, brown/blue, smooth, 7cut, bi, str8 acting, he was "available" (said he'd done this a few times before), and he was "lookin for at least $100."  He was OK with making out, body contact, j/o, mutual oral without condoms, and he was bttm/sometimes vers (safe of course).  He lives with his parents in a working class suburb about 45 miles from me. He has no driver's license (and therefore no car) but has a state ID, which he'd be willing to show me. He had no pic, so we agreed to meet up in the magazine section of a Barnes & Noble in a regional mall near his house (his suggestion) in a couple days.

 

I arrived on time, waited for 30 minutes, and he never showed. When I checked my email a few hours later, he'd sent me a profuse apology saying he'd set his alarm but mixed up AM and PM, and would I please re-schedule? I said sure and we set a new date for a few days hence. :o

 

During the intervening days, we exchanged email and had IM's and he seemed like a nice enough kid. The thought of topping a smooth 19 y/o was rapidly growing on me - I couldn't believe my good fortune. :9 We talked about 420 (pot) - I brought it up like I frequently do - and he asked if that could be part of the deal. I said sure. ;-) Because of his youth, I asked him if he knew how to be clean when he bottomed and he said yes, but he didn't have "the stuff" at home. I assured him he could take care of that at my place. In our last IM the evening before our scheduled meeting/date the next day, he told me that he takes Paxill for anxiety/depression and "it sometimes affects my sexuality." I asked him if that meant not getting hard or not cumming or both, and he said sometimes both. x( Hmmmmm. Well, I made a mental note and forged ahead. There was really no other choice. It was winter on the prairie. :7

 

Our plan for the appointed day was that I'd pick him up at his house at 1:00 in the afternoon (no one else would be home), we'd drive to a nearby park to "get comfortable" (code for me being able to back out if he was a dog), and if things were cool, we'd drive back to my place (about 135 total miles for me).  He asked me to call him at noon on his home hard line to let him know I was on my way. I called at noon - no answer. x( I called 10 more times - no answer. x( x( Each time I got voicemail, but I feared leaving a message lest his parents hear it first. 

 

My dick was definitely driving this deal, so I decided to head over in the direction of his house (I had the address), keep calling him along the way, and if necessary pound on his door to wake him up, assuming I could do so without arousing neighborly suspicions.  At 12:40 he called my cell and said he just woke up. :-) I told him to hurry and shower - I was 15 minutes away - he said okay.   :-) :-)

 

When he got into my car, he was wearing very baggy pants, a very baggy sweater, a heavy baggy jacket, and a knit stocking cap pulled down over his ears - not clothing we'd expect to see someone his age wearing on a balmy mid-40 degree day. Hmmmmm.  I asked if he was cold, and he said he was always cold in the winter. Okay, fair enough.

 

We drove to the park and while we were talking in the car and smoking up I thought the kid could use some grooming.  I also realized that he was clearly on the lower end of the working class "class spectrum" of the suburb in which he resides.  A few "don't got"s and "ain't"s clued me in quickly.  But he seemed nice enough and based on what I saw (not very damn much since he was so bundled up) and heard (non-threatening, innocent) we drove back to my place. There was really no other choice. It was winter on the prairie. :7

 

When we arrived, I realized that I'd basically only seen the left side of his face sitting in my car, and when he finally got done removing the layers of clothing and stripped to his boxers the rest of the view didn't improve. He needed a haircut - no, not just a haircut, he needed his neck shaved bigtime. :( He needed a facial shave - he had 19 y/o brown peach fuzz growing below what passed for his sideburns and here and there across his upper lip and under his chin. :( He'd obviously had an acne problem earlier which left scars, but now he was also sporting maybe 3 or 4 whitehead pimples on his right cheek - the kind that are just ready to pop. x( His fingernails hadn't been cleaned or clipped in a while - we're not talkin Howard Hughes, but still.....    

 

On the other hand, he didn't smell bad, so I assumed he'd showered.  And, he was smooth. And there was the matter of my libido..... ;-) ;-)

 

I managed to blur all of that and plow ahead, so to speak.  We started making out, which he wasn't bad at, except that he could have used a mint.  I groped his crotch and felt something which I doubted would grow to his claimed 7 inches. "Would grow" were the operative words because the Paxill was clearly at work.  He did give me some decent head, and I tried working on him, but, as they say, it wasn't gonna happen. :(

 

For some reason he mentioned that he might have to start taking Viagra as he got older if the Paxill kept him from getting it up, and I asked him if he wanted some - I keep a supply around for whatever.  He said sure, so I gave him a half - 50 mg.  While we chatted and waited the hour for the V to work, he set a nice tone for the fun time to come by sharing with me that when he was 15, his Mom accidentally found him alone in his room with his Dad's 45 pointed at his neck, about to pull the trigger. x( Hmmmm.....

 

I distinctly remember looking at my watch and realizing we had 30 more minutes until we could test the Viagra. "Sooooo, you were about to blow your brains out, huh?" :+ During the ensuing conversation about his life (not pretty) I began to feel the sensation of cold feet, but by this time I had both some 420 and some Viagra invested in him and dammit..... ;-)

 

Finally we tried again and there was some mild hint of the Viagra having an effect, but not very damn much.  I, on the other hand, was seriously hard and thought maybe if I fucked him I could salvage something out of the deal.}( Sooooo, I asked him if he wanted to get fucked, and that's where it really started to go downhill. x( x( x(

 

He said he'd like to get fucked, "but I haven't gone in a couple days and I think I may be constipated." I nodded, understandingly. Why was I not surprised? Then he asked me if I had "the stuff" and I showed him into the bathroom and handed him a Fleet package.  He stared at it, blankly.  I said, "You do know how to use these, don't you?"  Silence and a shrug.  So, I told him to get on his hands and knees, shove it up, squeeze, wait for the urge, and come out when he was done and cleaned up. 

 

I waited. 

 

I waited some more.

 

After about 20 minutes I knocked on the door and asked if he was okay.

 

Silence.

 

Then I heard, "I can't poop."

 

Hmmmm.......

 

Mercifully and not a moment too soon my brain wrested control of the situation from my cock and I realized this was my chance for a graceful exit. :* :* I quickly called out, "Hey it's okay - don't worry about it.  Just finish up and come out."  When he did, I was already dressed. I told him I'd give him some cash and some 420 when we got back to his place and he nodded his head.

 

Driving to his house I kept an eye open for quickly accessible rest stops, expecting the Fleet to kick in, but he never said a word. When we arrived, I gave him a small bud of 420 and stuffed a camouflaged 20 and a 5 into his very baggy pants pocket.  He got out of my car and I drove off.

 

It was still winter on the prairie. :7

 

Epilogue: The next day I was checking out profiles on gay.com

 

Hope springs eternal. :+

[Guest LG320126]

NCM I loved it - brought out a chuckle I needed due to recouping from recent surgery. Not to make fun as I know this wasn't funny to you, but I am also a midwesterner, stuck here in both summer and winter unless vacationing and also cruise both AOL and gay.com for locals and happy to say with relatively good results. I am luckily located between 2 college campuses and college boys are always looking for cash so my online luck has been good - actually some real hotties at less than market price. Keep checking the chats and I'm sure you're bound to score. Good luck!

 

Larry

[Guest ncm2169]

LG, just what is it about your state that spawns so many young college hunks? :9 It seems like every time I check new listings, there are 3 or 4 more hotties. DAMN, I'm jealous! :7

[zackatack]

where in the mid-west are you guys....Minnesota is always lacking of good hot cute twinks....would love to share if I found any and if you did as well...

[Guest ncm2169]

Check your email Zack. :o

[Guest LG320126]

>where in the mid-west are you guys....Minnesota is always

>lacking of good hot cute twinks....would love to share if I

>found any and if you did as well...

 

 

Ohio here - have never figured out why it is referred to as "midwest" as it is hardly "mid" let alone "west". ;-)

[Guest LG320126]

>LG, just what is it about your state that spawns so many

>young college hunks? :9 It seems like every time I check new

>listings, there are 3 or 4 more hotties. DAMN, I'm

>jealous! :7

 

 

We're not in the "Big 10" for nothing. }(